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captainsblogYes, I spent the morning in Niagara Falls. Ours. Although at least once, a Canadian cell tower tried hijacking my phone and dumping stupid roaming charges on me.
This was a for a court hearing there- originally scheduled for two Julys ago, put off eternally without date, the papers lost, found, finally restored to hearing with actual appearance required, confirmed with the lawyer who called me about it ages ago, and still on for 9:30 this morning when I stumbled out the door about an hour before it today.
I was right on time, until I found I was close to an hour early. Nobody in the locked courtroom at 9:30, going on 10. No place to sit outside it other than a waiting room in the DA's office. I entertained myself with a third-season Lou Grant episode on my phone, which had Edward Winter (MASH's Colonel Flagg) as a guest star. I hoped he would help the wait go by like The Wind.
(Didn't help. Although I eventually got to the best line in the episode, which he had nothing to do with:
Billie the reporter to Animal the fotog: "Your friend at the morgue just invited me for a cup of coffee.”
Animal: “Yuck. Their coffee is always cold.”)
In the end, even after the judge finally rolled in and heard my case, it wound up being an unresolved waste of time. But I did get this lovely photo of the American side, a block or so from this natural Wonder of the World, showing the past and present of this once mighty city:
I came home via Grand Island, Tonawanda and North Buffalo, passing this place across from the original UB campus which I feel compelled to check out:
My kinda place;)
And a quiet afternoon led into the holiday weekend.
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Ending with the earliest photo of the day:
A few weeks ago, I made a minor change to my morning routine. For various reasons, I began retreating to the downstairs bathroom to complete my morning, oh, you know. The main benefit of this, besides not having to listen to the dog whine, was I got into the routine of cleaning and refreshing the cat boxes just about every morning. It has really helped with preventing them from turning into various circles of hell.
Zoey, the oldest cat, really couldn’t give a shit, but I’m sure she does when I’m not watching. It’s her two little brothers that are a stitch. Bronzini marches down the stairs right after me, follows my every move, and fully inspects all the activity around the cat boxes.
On the other hand, Jack is a shy boy. He’ll wander down, and usually hides around the corner, waiting for five minutes very quietly while I finish filling (or rather emptying) his requisition. This morning, though, he took a new approach. He figured out that this ancient Cosco table makes the perfect perch.
He may not be the Wind, but he definitely breaks it when he's down there;)
This was a for a court hearing there- originally scheduled for two Julys ago, put off eternally without date, the papers lost, found, finally restored to hearing with actual appearance required, confirmed with the lawyer who called me about it ages ago, and still on for 9:30 this morning when I stumbled out the door about an hour before it today.
I was right on time, until I found I was close to an hour early. Nobody in the locked courtroom at 9:30, going on 10. No place to sit outside it other than a waiting room in the DA's office. I entertained myself with a third-season Lou Grant episode on my phone, which had Edward Winter (MASH's Colonel Flagg) as a guest star. I hoped he would help the wait go by like The Wind.
(Didn't help. Although I eventually got to the best line in the episode, which he had nothing to do with:
Billie the reporter to Animal the fotog: "Your friend at the morgue just invited me for a cup of coffee.”
Animal: “Yuck. Their coffee is always cold.”)
In the end, even after the judge finally rolled in and heard my case, it wound up being an unresolved waste of time. But I did get this lovely photo of the American side, a block or so from this natural Wonder of the World, showing the past and present of this once mighty city:
I came home via Grand Island, Tonawanda and North Buffalo, passing this place across from the original UB campus which I feel compelled to check out:
My kinda place;)
And a quiet afternoon led into the holiday weekend.
----
Ending with the earliest photo of the day:
A few weeks ago, I made a minor change to my morning routine. For various reasons, I began retreating to the downstairs bathroom to complete my morning, oh, you know. The main benefit of this, besides not having to listen to the dog whine, was I got into the routine of cleaning and refreshing the cat boxes just about every morning. It has really helped with preventing them from turning into various circles of hell.
Zoey, the oldest cat, really couldn’t give a shit, but I’m sure she does when I’m not watching. It’s her two little brothers that are a stitch. Bronzini marches down the stairs right after me, follows my every move, and fully inspects all the activity around the cat boxes.
On the other hand, Jack is a shy boy. He’ll wander down, and usually hides around the corner, waiting for five minutes very quietly while I finish filling (or rather emptying) his requisition. This morning, though, he took a new approach. He figured out that this ancient Cosco table makes the perfect perch.
He may not be the Wind, but he definitely breaks it when he's down there;)